ONE MONTH LATER
ASHLEIGH
I'm in a bathroom stall, my forehead pressed to the metal door, trying to catch a break from it all when I hear a group of girls walk in, their voices drifting through the room.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she aces the whole program," someone says. "Have you seen how close she is with Ryan?"
My stomach drops when I realize they're talking about me.
"Yeah, she's smart," another voice agrees, "but smart enough to sleep her way to the top. I heard she also got a recommendation letter from one of the top biologists in the field."
I recognize that particular voice as Kimberly's.
She's had her eyes on me since week three, always so obsessed with competition because I'm one of the best.
"Who knows," she adds bitterly. "She probably slept with him, too."
They do
